Yesterday, technically still today for me, my Wife's Mother died. This is a complicated passing, with a complicated back story, and my part in that story is one that I will probably never fully tell. Ultimately it is sad, in no small part because I don't know if I ever saw her truly happy. It feels strange and wrong to have nothing more to say than this when a human life which has so thoroughly intersected with my own has ended.
My own Mother moved with my younger sister to another state a year or two ago. I honestly can't remember which state right now. My Mother, at least as of a few days ago, is still alive. The story of these relationships, with my mother and my sisters, is also very complicated, and a story I feel I have every right to tell to anyone, but I do not feel very motivated to do so at this moment. My immediate concerns and responsibilities are with and for my wife at this time.
The third mother is a cat. "Momma Kitty". She is very old. It seems she has always been living on my back deck, with food, water and warmed shelter provided. She became the matriarch of a minor cat population explosion, but I managed to get her and her first born all captured and fixed, and her grandkittens all socialized and placed in homes. Now only she remains, having outlived her own offspring and several other neighborhood ferals. Just a few nights ago her breathing sounded very labored and I was afraid she wasn't going to last the night, yet she still found her way to unreachable shadows before I could pick her up. Fortunately, she seems a lot better today.
My condolences.
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